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Album:
Всі належать ночі (2022)
Versuri originale
Traducere
Листопад
November
As the yarn of death,
As hopelessness of a funeral sermon,
As a long, impassable seine net of dying…
As an unnecessary and senseless insult
It’s autumn rain,
Autumn rain again.
There are rows of trees along the roadsides: wet and bare.
A plowed, robbed field... broken railways
As yellowed leaves over there, in the treetops,
My soul is picked up by winds… my soul is
In black nights,
In murky waters,
This seine net is inescapable
Nothing! Nothing can be forgotten!
Wherever you go –
The paths of earthly pilgrimages,
Of the last funeral sermons of the Judgment Day –
There's autumn rain
Call me K
submitted on 12 Sep 2022 - 12:05
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